A short prose, translated…
To tell the truth, this young announcer, had done a very good job, and deserved a HUGE red envelope. Normally, the family had agreed, to find a student who is a local government official to act as the announcer, but, he’d accompanied the head of the county overseas.
Actually, these government officials from the last two terms, the heads of the county, city councilmen, and legislators, and, there was, a head of a government department, they were all, once students whom I’d punished severely. And the reason why I’m telling you all this, is not to show off myself. It’s to tell you, that I’d worked as a school instructor my whole life, and although I’d never won any teacher of the year awards, but, ALL the students who were grilled by me once, all turned out amazingly, they’d all become, hotshots in the government now.
I’d recalled how I’d retired from my teaching post for so many years already, and I’d told my family members again, and again, that everything should be handle in a lowkey manner, that way, my offspring won’t owe that much favors. I’ll say, that this funeral, is comparable to that of my principal friends whom I’d played cards with.
As the announcer called out loudly, the head of the department of the government, so-and-so paying his final respects to his school instructor, I’d quickly, extended my stiffened neck as far out as I possibly can, try, to prop myself up, from that pillow made of the currency for the dead. But, the announcer added, the head of the department of the government so-and-so couldn’t be here, he’d asked his secretary, so-and-so to help pay the respects.
Then, following, the lawmakers, the city councilmen, they’d all sent strange faces to pay their respects. The only thing I could recognize were, the colorful vests, with all my students’ names sewn on the front.
The current man in charge of the county was out of the country, the former couldn’t show his face because he was being sued, there were, the representatives sent by them to come to show me my final respects.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, all I can say, is that I’d picked the wrong time, to die. If I’d died, before they became somebodies, then, maybe, the whole of them can come over, and have a meal or two with me, their former school instructor!
Or maybe, I shouldn’t, hired ME a representative, to lie here, on my behalf to, so, the representatives can mourn the representative, and rid ourselves of this awkward situation where we don’t know each other.
So, this, is kinda sarcastic, on someone’s funeral, there are NO real persons that the deceased knows personally, only those, sent by the deceased former students, because all his former students are too busy, doing things that are, more important, that are, more pressing, and this also shows, how little a life mattered, so little respect for the dead here!